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Okay. So I definitely was going through things.
So sue me for thinking this is ridiculously adorable. Well. More like the fact that it can still make me smile ridiculously big even though it says like, three words. Yeah, what the fuck, but yeah. He makes me happy.
Again. So sue me.
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Coldplay- Fix you.
Breathing is sometimes hard.
“What truly is logic? Who decides reason? My quest has taken me to the physical, the metaphysical, the delusional, and back. I have made the most important discovery of my career - the most important discovery of my life. It is only in the mysterious equations of love that any logic or reason can be found. I am only here tonight because of you. You are the only reason I am. You are all my reasons.”
— John Nash, A Beautiful Mind
“We have no right to ask when sorrow comes, “Why did this happen to me?”, unless we ask the same question for every moment of happiness that comes our way.”
— Author Unknown (via julie911)
“This radical idea — the scientists were suggesting that depressive disorder came with a net mental benefit — has a long intellectual history. Aristotle was there first, stating in the fourth century B.C. “that all men who have attained excellence in philosophy, in poetry, in art and in politics, even Socrates and Plato, had a melancholic habitus; indeed some suffered even from melancholic disease.” This belief was revived during the Renaissance, leading Milton to exclaim, in his poem “Il Penseroso”: “Hail divinest Melancholy/Whose saintly visage is too bright/To hit the sense of human sight.” The Romantic poets took the veneration of sadness to its logical extreme and described suffering as a prerequisite for the literary life. As Keats wrote, “Do you not see how necessary a World of Pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?”
HEY WILL.
So, I may have totally gone crazy the last couple months.
But I’m fine now.
Also, I love you.
That will be all.
“You want me to act like we’ve never kissed, you want to forget; pretend we’ve never met , and I’ve tried and I’ve tried, but I haven’t yet… You walk by, and I fall to pieces.”
“I have no regrets. Regret only makes wrinkles.”
— Sophia Loren (via kari-shma) (via quote-book)
